RedPiggy
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Post-climax story, but before Sora returns to that world ...
Richfield, with dark red eyes and darker skin (because he's become a heartless, even though that's kind of redundant), looks around at his abandoned work site. The music is dark and foreboding, though there are lighter moments with near-Disney-like happy music when Richfield sees birds and other creatures happily enjoying themselves since the trees are no longer being pushed down. Soon the scene changes to a posh board room with dark mahogany walls and pictures of various heads of Wesayso. He sits across a table from Mr. Ashland, who is about the size of Howard Handupme.
Richfield (his voice low, slow, and dark): How do you feel about my proposal, sir?
Ashland (looking at some paperwork): Frankly, Richfield, I fail to see the profitability.
Richfield: Because of the Sinclairs, sir, Wesayso profits are down 40%! Everyone's too interested in hugging some trees and picnicking in flowery fields than buying Wesayso products!
Ashland (stares up at Richfield): But, Richfield, without customers, we won't have any profits at all!
Suddenly a tall man with long white hair and piercing eyes appears in a black cloak.
Ashland (barking): Who are you?
Man (smiling, his voice dark and smooth): I am Xenahort. I have come to express my interest in expanding opportunities with your corporation. There are many worlds out there with ... shall we say ... INCONVENIENT populations. Natural resources can't be exploited as much as I would prefer. I believe Wesayso is the perfect business organization to provide assistance in my rather PROFITABLE endeavor.
Richfield (nods)
Ashland (stroking his chin): Hmmm ... what did you have in mind?
Xenahort (continues to smile): A trial. A proof of concept, if you will. Do as Richfield says and send this world to darkness. While you risk losing domestic sales, I assure you that there is a universal market just ready for the taking. *pauses* Money is no object, I assure you. I would be VERY appreciative.
Ashland (slaps his hand on the table): Sold! However, I didn't get to be the CEO of Wesayso by being stupid. I wanna see proof of your appreciation before I sign off on this rather risky endeavor.
Xenahort (waves his arms, a pile of gold and jewels appearing magically before them on the table): Do you find this acceptable?
Ashfield (nods, awestruck): Xenahort, I see Wesayso having a glorious future ahead of us.
All three laugh maliciously as the scene fades with the sounds of dozens of explosions audible.
Richfield, with dark red eyes and darker skin (because he's become a heartless, even though that's kind of redundant), looks around at his abandoned work site. The music is dark and foreboding, though there are lighter moments with near-Disney-like happy music when Richfield sees birds and other creatures happily enjoying themselves since the trees are no longer being pushed down. Soon the scene changes to a posh board room with dark mahogany walls and pictures of various heads of Wesayso. He sits across a table from Mr. Ashland, who is about the size of Howard Handupme.
Richfield (his voice low, slow, and dark): How do you feel about my proposal, sir?
Ashland (looking at some paperwork): Frankly, Richfield, I fail to see the profitability.
Richfield: Because of the Sinclairs, sir, Wesayso profits are down 40%! Everyone's too interested in hugging some trees and picnicking in flowery fields than buying Wesayso products!
Ashland (stares up at Richfield): But, Richfield, without customers, we won't have any profits at all!
Suddenly a tall man with long white hair and piercing eyes appears in a black cloak.
Ashland (barking): Who are you?
Man (smiling, his voice dark and smooth): I am Xenahort. I have come to express my interest in expanding opportunities with your corporation. There are many worlds out there with ... shall we say ... INCONVENIENT populations. Natural resources can't be exploited as much as I would prefer. I believe Wesayso is the perfect business organization to provide assistance in my rather PROFITABLE endeavor.
Richfield (nods)
Ashland (stroking his chin): Hmmm ... what did you have in mind?
Xenahort (continues to smile): A trial. A proof of concept, if you will. Do as Richfield says and send this world to darkness. While you risk losing domestic sales, I assure you that there is a universal market just ready for the taking. *pauses* Money is no object, I assure you. I would be VERY appreciative.
Ashland (slaps his hand on the table): Sold! However, I didn't get to be the CEO of Wesayso by being stupid. I wanna see proof of your appreciation before I sign off on this rather risky endeavor.
Xenahort (waves his arms, a pile of gold and jewels appearing magically before them on the table): Do you find this acceptable?
Ashfield (nods, awestruck): Xenahort, I see Wesayso having a glorious future ahead of us.
All three laugh maliciously as the scene fades with the sounds of dozens of explosions audible.